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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 9 - All According to Plan
(no sex)

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Tim J. Brandon     Level: Freshman     Major: BS Busn Admin

 Course   Crd  *------------------Class times------------------*
  Name    hrs   Monday    Tuesday  Wednesday Thursday   Friday
--------  ---  --------- --------- --------- --------- ---------
Eng  101   3             0800-0920           0800-0920
Econ 101   3             0930-1050           0930-1050
Hist 101   3   1000-1050           1000-1050           1000-1050
Chem 101   5   1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150           1100-1150   X
 "   LAB                           1400-1650
Col Alg    3   1400-1450 1400-1450           1400-1450 1400-1450

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Joe E. Thomas      Level: Freshman     Major: BS Biol

 Course   Crd  *------------------Class times------------------*
  Name    hrs   Monday    Tuesday  Wednesday Thursday   Friday
--------  ---  --------- --------- --------- --------- ---------
Eng  101   3   0800-0850           0800-0850           0800-0850
Col Alg    3   0900-0950 0900-0950           0900-0950 0900-0950
Chem 101   5   1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150           1100-1150   X
 "   LAB                           1400-1650
Biol 101   5   1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250           1200-1250
 "   LAB       1300-1630

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"Shit," Joey said as we compared schedules the next morning while walking to his
first class.

"Well, at least we have chemistry together," I sighed, marking an X next to it
on both our schedules.  "I told you we should have declared the same major," I
teased.

"Well at least my major has something to do with what we're here for," Joey
countered.  

"True, but when you shot down my idea of going for a general degree so we
wouldn't have to take any of the harder classes, I figured I better go for
something I'm interested in.  Both my mom and my dad have a BS in business
administration, and even if they didn't really earn them, I figured it should
come easier to me since they seem to like it."

"Heh.  In their case BS means a Bull Shit degree.  Shit, Tim.  I wonder if we'll
really get a degree when we get that far, or do what they did and just.. You
know.. Take the easy way."

"I don't know..  I mean, I want to say we'll do it the right way, but from the
way our high school days were going.."

"Yeah...  I know what you mean," Joey said as he opened the door for us to the
building with his first class.

Since we were now officially in the second week of classes, both Joey and I took
a moment before he went into the classroom to activate his cloaking personality.
The class had already been in session for a good twenty minutes, so we didn't
give the cloak a quick test like we had originally planned.  I sat outside the
classroom in case something went wrong, feeling Joey's nervousness concerning
both entering the class a week late and using his cloak in front of all those
people for the first time.

Things went as well as could be expected, although Joey had to do a few last
minute tweaking of his cloak personality when it kept smiling his "Hey,
beautiful" smile at the teacher whenever she looked his way.

When the class ended, Joey and I followed the instructor to her office to get
Joey copies of the previous week's handouts.  She was the same instructor I had
for my English Composition class, and she was telling Joey about how I had
nearly jumped out of my seat when she had asked me my name last Tuesday.

Joey dropped his cloak as we were walking to the next class, and I noted he
seemed more at ease than before meeting Mrs. Rickman.  He made the comment that
at least we could still study together for her class, but then realized since it
was a composition class, there wouldn't really be any tests to study for, just
papers to write.

We lucked out again when his College Algebra teacher was also the same as mine,
and we gave each other five realizing we would at least be sharing the math work
load.  After I sensed him relaxing in his seat, I left to try out my own
cloaking personality in the cafeteria, then almost missed him leaving with the
teacher to get the stuff he had missed in that class. 

Once we were on my way to my history class, I kept waiting for Joey to lower his
cloak, but he never did.  When we arrived at my class, he gave me a friendly pat
on the back and said, "Later, dude," then left to go explore on his own for a
while.

I nearly forgot to activate my cloaking personality, then more or less sat back
in my own mind to watch everything that went on, ready to grab control back in
case I had to correct something.

After only a few very minor changes, I found my cloaked personality was handling
everything perfectly, and started to pay less attention to what it was doing.  I
hadn't actually used my cloaking personality in class before, and I realized
that I had been stupid for not doing so.  It actually was kind of cool letting
it do all the work, but by the time the class was over, I was getting pretty
tired of not having anything to do myself.

Joey wasn't outside the class when it ended, but he showed up almost right
afterwards sweating like a nun in labor.  (If you were a nun, and you were
labor..  Well, I'd be sweatin' it pretty gosh darn hard.  Wouldn't you?)

"What happened?" my cover self said for me.

"Nothin'," he said grinning wildly.  "Just lost track of time talking to this
chick.  Ready to go to chemistry?"

After already having endured four classes in that packed room, I didn't really
think about the emotional turmoil pressing in on me as the room filled up around
us.  But it was still a comfort feeling Joey's presence beside me, especially
while I didn't have the usual distraction of having to pay attention in class.

I ended up thinking about how well Joey was handling everything his first day.
I had been a wreck by this point, but Joey had even talked to a girl, apparently
even he having been the one to initiate the conversation.

We reluctantly parted company again after class since I usually ate lunch with
Nick, and Joey had another class to go to.

Nick and I weren't even looking for Alicia or the Asian guy who we had seen her
with, but sure enough, we noticed him looking around the room with his tray in
his hands, his neck showing the marks of Alicia's sucking mouth in four
different places.

When he gave up looking for her, he joined a group of friends, joining in the
conversation while keeping an eye out for you know who.

Nick and I decided not to bother him with our tales, and after joking about what
kind of underwear he probably had lost to Alicia, we left to go watch one of the
pornos Joey had brought.

"Shit," Nick said as the two woman started going at it.  "This is good stuff."

"Haven't you ever seen a porno before?" I asked.

"Sorta," he said, his attention fixed on the two women working each other over.

"Sorta?"

"Uhm, well, I haven't actually seen a X rated movie like this before, but there
was this one R rated move where you see a guy and a girl fucking.  Shit.  I wish
I was the one sucking that breast.."

"Yeah, her tits are good sucking tits.  See how Lisa can get part of the areola
to bulge into her mouth while she sucks?  I love those kind."

"You sound like you've tried them," he said matter of fact like.

I was tempted to tell him I had, but didn't since it wasn't part of my cover
personality's story.  I had already bragged about too many things that my cover
personality didn't include in its memories.  I hadn't lied about any of it, just
didn't want to make myself look like a bull shitter, especially if someone
scanned my cover-self's thoughts.

"I have.. in my dreams, you know?" I said, nudging him with my elbow.

"Hell yeah.  I'll probably have a great big wet one tonight," he joked.

"Hey Nick.  Can I ask you a really personal question?" I asked.

"How personal?" he said looking up and losing the grin on his face from my
serious look.

"Personal.  As personal as you probably can get," I said in a hushed voice.

He glanced at the screen, then back at me for a moment, then frowned and said,
"I don't know..  Tell me your question, then maybe I'll answer it and maybe I
won't."

"All right," I said, seeing his uneasiness peeking through the forced look of
confidence on his face.  "Ever since I came here and Alicia gave me that
blowjob, I've been fighting the urge to jerk off at night.  I know Greg and
several of the other guys do it when they get the chance alone, but I don't feel
it's right to do it alone.  I'm not asking you to do it with me or anything,
just..  Well, do you do it?  If you don't... How do you resist?  Especially
after Alicia.."

"Shit," he said, his eyes back on the screen yet not watching it.  He was
struggling on whether to answer my question truthfully or not, finding it hard
to admit to the truth even when he felt he could trust me with it.

When he reached a decision, he took the remote and paused the tape before
looking at me with a serious look.

"If you ever tell anyone.."

"The only person I'd ever tell is Joe.  We don't keep secrets, you know?"

"All right.  If you trust him that well, I guess it's..  okay.  One of the first
things Lenny told me when we first started being room mates was that he jerked
off every night, and if I wanted to, it would be just between him, me and my
hand.  So, to answer your question, I don't resist.  Lenny usually starts
jerking himself off, then I guess I do it to because he's doing it.  I'm not gay
though."

"I didn't think you were," I said surprised at his mentioning it.  "Thanks Nick.
Wasn't exactly what I was hoping you'd say, but its cool with me.  Maybe if Joe
feels like it, we'll start jerking of again.  I don't know.."

"Do you talk about stuff like that with him a lot?" Nick asked.

"Sometimes.  I mean, we've done practically everything together.  He's like my
brother, you know?"

"But you don't...  Jerk each other off, do you?" he asked cautiously.

"Look, are you going to watch the flick?  Or ask me about what I tell and do
with my best friend?"

"Well, since you mentioned it," he said after a moment's hesitation. "There is
just one other thing, then we can go back to the movie.  You don't have to tell
me if you don't want to..."

I sighed, then said "I guess I started this.  Go ahead and ask it."

He opened his mouth, then shut it, unsure if he should ask something so personal
or not.  He straighten his posture, then tried looking me in the eye, but then
lost his nerve again.

"Stop stalling and ask, you wimp!" I said giving him a friendly shove.

"All right!  Do you two talk about sex at night?"

"Huh?" I asked, having prepared to answer a much more revealing question.  "Uhm,
sometimes.  Well, not really.  Why?  Do you?"

"A friend and I used to on the phone, but we got burnt out of it and stopped.  I
just wondered, that's all," he said before turning back and starting the movie
up again.

I sat there, realizing how innocent Nick was to the ways of the world.  Even
though he was two years older than I was, I felt that I was more mature in many
ways.  Nick probably still got hard just looking at a playboy's cover, let alone
a centerfold.

I left Nick alone after it became clear he was dying to shoot off, but he wasn't
about to do it around me.  So I spent the remaining time I had looking for
Alicia without having any success.

When I got to my 2:00 algebra class, Blake was already there talking to his pal
and a couple of others.

".. and I still haven't gotten used to the chicks throwing themselves at me.
Its worth every bit of it, trust me."

"What's worth it?" I asked, pretty sure I knew.

"Hey..  er... Tim, right?  Yeah..  You probably could use it more than these
guys do."

"What?" I repeated.

"The Eta's special workout, that's what.  Starting next week, yours truly and a
bunch of my frat brothers are starting the annual Gamma Alpha Eta muscle
building program in our weight room."

"You guys have a weight room?" my cover-self asked with enthusiasm.  "Shit, I
looked all over campus the day I got here for one.  Does it cost anything to use
it?"

"Sorry, bud.  We're not a fitness club that you can just pay a membership fee to
use our equipment.  The only way you could get to use our stuff is by asking a
Eta member, such as myself, to coach you in our initiate program."

"Yeah?" my cover-self said with an expression of hopeful excitement. "Do you
think you could coach me?  I'd do anything to get in the Etas.  You guys have
everything."

"I'm not sure you'll qualify the first time since, no offense bud, but you're
kind of small.  But even if you don't get in at mid semester this time, you
could always try again at the end of the semester, and you'll be ahead of the
game then."

"So you'll coach me?" I said, giving him the
younger-brother-wants-to-idolize-his-older-brother look that I had copied from
Jason and a few others.

"Here," he said, handing me a ten page packet with the Gamma Alpha Eta logo on
the coversheet.  "Look this over and fill out the forms if you're really
interested, then come to one of the information sessions listed on the first
page.  You'll have to take a physical right after the session if you're still
wanting to get in, and they'll want a urine sample so don't go before the
session.  They just want to make sure you're not on drugs or some shit like
that.  Here, you guys want one too, I know you do.." he said, passing some more
packets out to the four or five guys actively listening to what he was saying.

My cover-self quickly scanned through the packet while the teacher was getting
ready to start class, then reluctantly put it away to take notes.  I was
strongly tempted to override and take another look at the packet, but I knew
from that moment on, any such interruption or alteration of my cover personality
would be at the risk of someone detecting my extremely low telepathic activity
while I did so.  The fun was over.  Now all there was left was a lot of work,
and lot more waiting.

Joey, Nick, and I sat in the front row with our filled out forms in hand that
Thursday evening.  Joey had approached one of the two Eta's in his Biology class
after I used the share link to tell him about my conversation with Blake.  After
Joey's biology lab got out, we went to the cafeteria to meet Nick, only to find
that not only had he already got his own packet, he had two extra sets for us.

The turn out at the information session was huge, but since we had gotten there
three hours early, a large number of the Eta's had talked to us, eager to keep
us enthusiastic about trying to get in.  Everyone one of them told us if we did
everything we were supposed to in our workouts without slacking off, we would
get in even if we didn't pass what they called the muscle requirement.

The information session was very direct and open.  Mike, the fraternity's
leader, explained that the main reason the Eta members always had better grades
after joining was from the physical exercise they required all members to
perform.  Their concept was based on the belief that the mind performed better
if the body is driven to the point of exhaustion several times a week.  He kept
repeating their motto, "A healthy and fit body produces a healthy and fit mind."

Mike denied any sort cheating or even tutoring to improve the grades of their
frat brothers.  And after that topic had been exhausted, he landed a bombshell
that caused quite a stir.

"No member of the Gamma Alpha Eta is allowed to have sex without the permission
of its leaders and the testing of the intended partners."

Once the crowd had stopped laughing and saw he was serious, a lot of shouting
went on about rights and such.  But Mike didn't back down, and after seven or
eight guys got up and left, he continued answering questions until they had been
exhausted too.

The next topic he launched concerned the topics of drugs, smoking, and other
no-nos, ending up on the subject of no unauthorized drinking, and the amounts
would always be limited by the leaders.

After a few other people left, and the rest of the crowd had swallowed that
bitter pill, he went on to give the official benefits.  Every member graduated
on time with grades exceeding their original expectations.  The cooking was good
and while it was also healthy, he noted that he never heard anyone complain they
didn't like the grub.

All the fraternity beds were full size, explaining that with the increase in
body size, twin beds or laughably even the bunks in the dorms were simply were
not acceptable.  The workouts were scheduled as to not conflict with they school
work, and since there wasn't much time for entertainment with all the workout
periods, their weight rooms were each equipped with large TVs with over a
hundred cable channels, and kick ass sound systems that out performs anything
else on campus. 

And while no one was permitted to get drunk off their ass, the alcohol was free
at the parties.  Mike naturally added that you had to be of age to drink, but
everyone there knew that once you were a Eta they didn't really enforce that
rule.  

Mike also stated that any approved sexual activity was completely kept
confidential, and that if requested, they may use the frat's "romance room"
which contained a waterbed, a full sized mirror on the ceiling, and a supply of
condoms which were required in intercourse with a woman.

Someone in the crowd pondered whether the gays would have to use condoms too,
causing a large outbreak of laughter which was killed when Mike responded by
saying, "If they both tested to be free from any possible infection, then no,
they wouldn't have to use the condom, but we generally stress you still should.
We don't have many homosexuals in our fraternity, but we don't penalize them.
If you have a problem coexisting with someone who is bi or gay, you won't fit in
here.  No one has ever been forced into a sexual encounter of any kind.  If
you're not gay, you don't have to worry about someone dropping the soap and
asking you to pick it up.  That simply doesn't happen here.  Any questions?"

Surprisingly there wasn't, so then Mike turned it over to another member to
instruct us how to turn in our forms and take our physicals.

That was probably the most difficult part.  There really wasn't a mad rush to
the next room, but there were enough people ahead of us that it took a good
twenty minutes before I could hand someone my form and watch them process it.
Once they had confirmed my identity by examining my drivers license and student
ID, I was given a little plastic cup with a number on it, and told to fill it
before going to an examination room.  

Actually, the examination rooms were just those office cubicles, and since you
could see that they were stripped naked inside them, I knew that my cover
personality was going to have a blush fit any moment.

My cheeks were already red by the time I stepped in the bathroom to fill my cup,
then after I finished emptying myself into the urinal, I passed Joey on the way
out.

He messaged me through the link that it wasn't funny, and I was about to message
back to ask what he was talking about when he came back out and I noticed his
body flush.

Both I and my cover personality had a good chuckle about that, but we cooled our
humor when they called next, escaping Joey's murderous looks by stepping into
the open cubical.

It was strange for me to feel my cover personality having timid feelings about
being nude as I stripped under the close eye of the medical student.  He
obviously was not a member of the fraternity, having less muscle than I had.
But he knew what he was looking for, and after a few grunts and huhs, I started
to feel concerned that he wouldn't pass me.

After the run of the mill physical, he said to fully qualify I would need to
have a blood sample taken and he could do it then, but I could wait until I was
sure I was going to go through with it.

>From the way he said it, I knew he didn't think I had a chance in hell of
getting in that mid-semester.  But my cover personality was committed to getting
in as was I, so I heard myself tell him to take it now since there wasn't any
point of delaying.

If I had known he was going to take as much as he did, I would have asked to do
it in two goes.  But after he filled the dozen or so vials, he slapped a
Band-Aid on my drained vain and told me to get dressed, adding that I should be
careful if I got dizzy.

If I got dizzy?  Shit.  If Nick hadn't chickened out when they asked him for
blood, I don't know how the hell we would have gotten back to the dorms that
night.  We weren't the only ones with that problem, but as we sat there drinking
the orange juice Nick had retrieved for us, I noticed nobody else seemed to be
as bad as us.

We crashed that night after we somehow made the journey back to the dorms on
foot.  Joey even skipped English Comp Friday morning, complaining he was too
weak to get up, but managed to get up in time for his algebra class, saying he
didn't want to have to go to my 2:00 session because he'd miss his date with
that chick he had met on Monday.

Why that didn't set any alarms off in my head, I don't know.  But the moment I
felt Joey's share link go nuts and then break, every alarm in my head was
ringing with a panic then.

I was absolutely overwrought with worry while my cover personality went on
taking notes as if nothing was wrong.  The class was almost over at the time, so
I just waited until I was out in the hall before grabbing control and rushing
outside.

As I reached an intersection in the walkways, I realized I didn't have any idea
where he had been or what he had been doing.  I kept feeling around for him
using my empathic senses, but they weren't very good for this sort of thing.  As
my desperation continued to build, I chose a direction and started doing a quick
jog to cover as much area as I could without drawing too much attention to
myself.

Erin, one of the Eta's who had talked to us the night before, recognized me
while I was rounding a curve near the library and said, "All ready in training,
eh?  You'll get in for sure with that kind of attitude."

I tried to act as if I cared, but then I caught sight of Joey standing by
himself near the side of the library, and took off at full speed without saying
goodbye.

I nearly jerked to a stop when I saw the haggard state of his clothes and the
six tell tale hickeys on his neck.  His expression was that of someone lost in
his own world, and he didn't respond to me until I said his name a third time.

"Oh..  Hi.." Joey said, scratching his neck, then pulling a long piece of dead
grass out of his collar.  "What's up?"

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously, feeling his instability stronger than ever.

"No..  No, I'm not okay.  I think we better get back to the room before..."

Joey shuddered, then jerked away when I tried to take his hand.  I looked him in
the eye, then offered him my hand which he eventually grabbed with an iron grip.

I ignored the curious glances people gave us as I guided him by the hand to the
dorms.  Joey's expression kept getting more horrific as we went, and by the time
we reached Shaffer's lobby, peoples glances had turned from ones of curiosity to
that of shock.

As we approached the elevator, people seemed to scatter out of our way, and no
one bothered to get in with us after the elevator let its passengers out.  Once
the doors had closed, Joey moved towards me with a look of a frightened little
child.

I held him against me as he closed his eyes and shivered, wrapping his arms
around me and clinging on to me, even while we walked off the elevator at our
floor.

He let go and made it to our door without much problem, but before the door was
even halfway shut, Joey crawled into my bunk and curled his legs up against his
chest protectively.

I waited to see what he wanted me to do, then when he didn't move for a minute
or two, I locked the deadbolt, threw my keys on the table, then sat down at the
edge of my bunk.

"Do you think I'm capable of raping someone?" he asked suddenly.

"No, of course not.  You'd never rape anyone," I said truthfully.

"I wish I could believe you," he said finally looking at me with pain in his
eyes.  "I'm losing control of it Tim.  That girl who I met?  She.."

"I know all about her, and so does Nick.  We've both been suckered by her, and
we both lost our underpants."

"She didn't let you do anything, right?"

"Right."

"I swear, if I hadn't had lost the link with you, she would have ended up.." he
stopped and shuttered.  "I still have the image of her mouth sucking the cum out
of my dick.  All I feel right now is the need to..  to..." 

Joey raised his voice to scream as he cried, "Rip her clothes off, fuck her fat
cunt as I bite off her nipples, then make her suck the shit out of my ass!"

We both were too shocked to say anything as he closed his eyes and laid his head
back against the wall and covered his face with his hands.  I cleared my throat
to say something, but couldn't find any words worth saying.

Finally he pulled his hands down to look at me with swollen red eyes and said,
"Will you hold me?"

I nodded, and started to lay down, only to find him shaking his head.

"What?" I asked.

"Not like that.  Like the way you did that first night after you woke me up."

"You mean.."

"Yeah.  I never felt more.. at peace with myself.  Please?"

"Joey, you know I'd do anything for you," I said, pulling my shoes and socks
off.

"I know."

I pulled my shirt off, then was pulling down my pants when I noticed Joey wasn't
moving to get undressed himself.  Once I took off my watch, I announced it was
his turn, which he didn't respond to in the least.

"What's the matter?" I asked sitting down on the edge again.

"I..  I have a hard on, and I don't know if I could stop from doing something if
I got naked too."

"Should I get dressed again?" I asked.

"No.  Don't do that.  Or maybe.. I don't know."

I sat there watching him every once in a while shiver or shudder, feeling his
emotions surge with lust, fear, love, and horror.  Then with his gaze fixed at
some distant space, he suddenly jerked and started to remove his shirt.  He
moved in short jerky motions, stopping to think then hastily moving his arms and
hands.  After his shirt came off, he made more fluid motions, and in seconds his
shorts were off along with his shoes and socks.

We laid there for hours in complete silence, ignoring the numerous times Nick or
someone else knocked on our door.  Joey didn't shift, he didn't yawn, he didn't
even try to wipe the tears his eyes would randomly produce.  I, on the other
hand did all those things, and after feeling his and my stomachs rumble and then
realizing that the room was getting dark, I finally said, "Do you think you
could eat something?  Or are you too upset?"

"I think I could stand something to eat," he said, rolling over to face me.
"But.."

"But what?" I asked as soft as I could manage.

"Would you hate me if I said.."

"I could never hate you Joey."

"But what if..  What if I wanted..."

"What, Joey.  Spit it out!"

"I want you," he said.  "I want to fuck you, suck you, all those things Steven
made me want to do with you and him.  I can't fight it any more.  Shit Tim.  I'm
afraid I'll hurt you or worse.  I don't want to lose you, but I don't know how
to fight this anymore."

"Joey," I started, then left it hanging since I didn't know what to say to him.

But when he started to turn away from me with the pain of being rejected on his
face, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, carefully avoiding overdoing it.

With a look of understanding and happiness, he said "I'll try and keep myself
under control. I had to warn you, you know."

"Yeah, I know.  Let's go grab something to eat and play a pinball game or
something."

After getting dressed and washing up, I was just about to open the door when
Joey said, "Hey.  Don't you think we're forgetting something?"

"What?" I replied just before I felt him form a share link.  "Oh.  I guess that
means.."

"Yep," he said before doing his favorite Captain Kirk impression:  "Activate the
cloaking device, Mister Chekov,"

"Aye, Keptian.  Cloaking dewice ektiweted," I replied doing a horrible Chekov,
then doing exactly that.

His cloak personality didn't show the misery Joey was in as we ate and
afterwards as we played some pinball.  I could tell he was trying his best to
focus on what his cover-self was doing, but the whole time we were down there, I
never felt a break in his grief.

I was surprised when he climbed up in his top bunk like he was going to sleep up
there, but after listening to him toss and turn for two hours, I finally told
him to come down so we both could get some sleep.

He didn't argue, and he didn't try to hide his hard on as he climbed in next to
me.  The bunk wasn't big enough for two people to lay on their backs, but
neither of us wanted to anyway.  I knew I might stretch him beyond his ability
to restrain himself, but I gambled he was stronger than that, so as he laid down
with his back towards me, I stopped him and took his hand, pulling it until his
chest was against my back, and his hardon nestled between the upper part of my
covered butt crack.

"Uhgn.." he gasped as he instinctively pressed his lump against me.  "Oh shit
Tim."

"Go to sleep, Joey." I said, kissing the back of his hand.  "You're not fucking
my ass tonight."

"Oh God Tim..  Shit.." he breathed against my neck.

I waited as he fought for self control, feeling his dick push against my lower
back every once in a while, causing my own dick start to rising, enjoying his
hand stroking my chest, his lips kissing my neck, my asshole tingling with
arousal..

And then he stopped.  Just like that, he stopped his movements and sighed.  I
almost took his relaxing hand to place around my own pulsing member, but as I
felt his emotions settle down once more, I got a grip on myself and worked
towards falling asleep.

I thought the worst was over at that point, but oh, I was so wrong.  It couldn't
have been any later than two in the morning before Joey had another nightmare,
waking me and almost the entire floor up with his long wail followed by three
short ones.

I was busy calming him down when Nick, Lenny and a few of the others on the
floor started banging on the door wanting to know what was going on.  I kept
yelling at them to go back to bed, that he was all right, it had just been a
nightmare.  Finally they stopped, and just as I started to feel Joey relax, I
heard a key in the lock and the door was opened by the floor monitor.

"What the hell is going on?" the mid twenty year old said.

"Will you PLEASE go away!" I hissed feeling Joey tense up from the stranger's
voice.  "He's been through a traumatic experience, and he just had a nightmare,
that's all.  I know what I doing, so please LEAVE quietly..."

I was using every bit of my empathic ability to impress the truth of my words,
and after he closed the door behind him, he softly told everyone to go back to
bed and to ignore it if it happened again.

Joey was shivering from the sweat drying on his body, yet he wouldn't let my
arms loose in order to help him get warm again.  After I sensed everyone but us
had gone back to sleep, I asked him if I could roll over to face him.

He released his grip around me, and I carefully turned around, finding there
wasn't much room to maneuver.  I caught a glance of his sad face as he buried it
in my shoulder, so I held it against me and told him it was all right to cry.

The next morning, Joey was in better spirits, knowing we would begin our workout
sessions that day.  But before we got out of bed, he told me he had remembered
some more of that blank period, and then gave me a kiss that felt more like his
old self.

We met the other initiates at the Gamma Alpha Eta house, and were told to form
groups of four to five each.  To my surprise, Greg joined our group, and after a
brief lecture on the rules of the weight room, each group was led by their
trainer into one of the twelve identical weight rooms.

Wayne, our trainer, was just getting started when Blake popped his head in and
asked him to step out a minute.  After a couple of minutes had passed, Blake
stepped in and said with and open mouth grin, "Well, its official.  I'm your
trainer."

"Cool," I said, giving him five.  "This will be great.  Especially since Wayne
kinda looked like a stiff."

"Yeah, well... Wayne is a STIFF!" Blake bellowed."

Joey, Blake and I broke out laughing which Nick joined in, but Greg did just the
opposite.

"Shhh.  Don't you think he'll here you?" Greg warned.

"Nah, man," Blake responded.  "These things are totally sound proof.  Notice you
can't hear anything from the other rooms?  Man, you could set off firecrackers
in here and no one would know the difference.  So, you guys ready for some heavy
punishment?"

"Punishment?" Joey echoed.  "Shit, you sure know how to keep a guy motivated."

"Hey, I'm just telling it as it is.  There's a lot of stuff you're going to find
out as you go along that we haven't told you about, but I'm here to say that its
all worth it.  This first week is going to feel like hell.  Especially in the
mornings when your muscles don't want to work."

"Anything else you want to tell us to look forward to?" Nick moaned.

"Yeah.  How about fucking a different girl three times a month.  Or never having
to worry about your grades because... and I'm not making this up.  It comes to
you so much easier.  You really can think faster and clearer after working your
body to its limit the day before.  I feel great, I look great, and everything
that used to be hard is easy to me now.  It's all because every evening I work
out until I drop, then sleep until dawn."

"Okay, I'm sold," I said, taking off my shirt, the others following my lead.

That evening, the four of us were showering, talking about the surprisingly
light if long workout.

"Tim, you remember in high school?  The first time we worked out?  Remember how
tired we were afterwards?" Joey mused.

"Yeah.  But I don't feel all that tired, do you guys?"

The others said no, then Greg noticed Nick's expression of concern.

"What's eating you?" Greg asked him.

"I was just thinking and...  Well, maybe Blake took it easy on us.  Maybe he
feels there's no way we can get in this semester and is just babying us."

"Shit, I knew I should have joined Dave's group," Greg moaned.  "I mean, no
offense, but if Blake is doing that because of you three...  I really can't
afford sleeping with Mr. I'm So Perfect another semester.  He's driving me
nuts."

"Then why don't you just switch roommates?" Nick asked.

"Because Austin is my cousin, and I'd have to explain to my mom why I split on
family.  She just doesn't understand what it's like."

"I get it.  Like how do you explain to your mom you don't like your cousin
because he doesn't like the idea of jerking off?" I said.

"HEY!  That's not it at all!"

"It isn't?  Then why are you always working your baloney whenever Austin goes to
take a shit?" Joey teased.  

"You're fucking making things up," Greg said angrily.

"Yeah, right.  So what is that noise we hear every night while Austin is out
showering?" I said to back Joey up.

"Come on, Greg.  We're all guys here.  We all do it," Nick added.

"Fuck," Greg said, shutting his water off.  "You're all a bunch of perverts.
Why did I ever join your group."

"I know why," I said shutting my water off also and grabbing my towel.

"Why?" Greg said with a dare to his voice.

"Because you're a pervert too," I said, swirling my right index finger around
the skin just above my belly button, then making a scooping motion to my mouth.
Because I had my back to the other two, only Greg saw it, and it made him turn
white before flushing red.

"What did he do?" Nick said, noticing Greg's reaction.  "Tim, what did you do?"

"Nothing I'll repeat or talk about, Nick," I said, looking Greg in the eye.

"Shit," Greg said before turning around and walking back to his room with his
towel around his waist.

That night after Joey had brought his bed back down beside mine, we laid there
in the dark for a few minutes before I felt Joey's hand reaching around my face.
I opened my eyes to find him about to kiss me, and so I reached up and wrapped
my arms around him, embracing his kiss with my own.

Nothing else happened that night, nor the rest of the week.  For the next
morning we discovered that Blake hadn't been taking it easy on us.  We were so
sore and stiff we didn't want to move.

There didn't seem to be enough time in the day for both our schoolwork and our
exhausting workouts.  It was especially hard for Joey on Mondays.  He had
classes from eight till four thirty, then went straight to one of the weight
rooms where we were already working out.

Because we were only initiates, we weren't allowed to stay after six.
Apparently that was when the Eta's began the nightly workout, pushing themselves
to the their physical limits, only saving enough energy to take a shower and
crawl into bed afterwards.

It was very hard to work on homework after exhausting ourselves, and Greg quit
by the end of the week, but was back Sunday, only missing one work out session
which he made up.

Then Blake told us the so called secret to surviving the workouts.  You go to
bed afterwards, then got up at four and did your school work then.  After
failing to get up the first few times, both Joey and I actually switched over to
that schedule, and surprisingly found it really did work out.  Everything was
working just like we had planned, but that wouldn't last for long.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 10 - Losing Control
(mm light rape)

"Hey, guess what," Joey said excitedly when I got back to the dorm room after my
algebra class, roughly two weeks after starting our workouts.

"What?" I said, canceling my fake personality.

"We've been officially invited to the Eta's frat initiation party the Saturday
before Halloween.  Is that like totally cool or what?"

"YEAH! That's awesome!" I exclaimed.

We did a little victory dance around each other, then when Joey accidentally
nudged me with his shoulder, I nudged him back playfully.  The nudges became out
right body slams, and pretty soon we were on the floor wrestling, trying to pin
the other on his back.

Joey got the upper hand when his mouth found the bare skin under my loose
fitting shirt and gave me a raspberry on stomach.  It startled me enough for him
to push me off balance, then I found his body on top of mine.

I struggled for a minute, but then surrendered and waited for him to let me up.
But as soon as we had caught our breath a little, I saw that old look in his
eyes.

"Did I tell you about the dream I had last night," Joey said, his voice gentle
and soft.

"No.  It wasn't another nightmare, was it?" I said, reaching up to touch his
cheek.

The feelings starting to pour out of him only amplified my feelings of closeness
with him, and without really thinking about it, I prepared for what I hoped came
next.

"No, just the opposite.  I remembered what you and I did before Steven drugged
me, but in the dream we didn't fall asleep.  We just... kinda held each other..
You know?"

"Yeah, I know," I said, moving my hands down his sides in a comforting way.

With our eyes locked on the others, Joey lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a
warm and friendly kiss, prompting me to wrap my arms around him and explore his
back with my hands.  My feelings were torn between Joey's gentle loving kisses
and the feelings of improperness as I felt his muscular back.

Joey's kisses began to increase in their power and started to roam from my lips.
The arousal Joey was inflicting on me was being countered by the increasing
awareness of how male his body was to my senses.  

I almost stopped him from pulling my shirt off over my head, but his arousal was
already settling down and I knew he wasn't going to go very far.  I had second
thoughts about that, however, when Joey's lips found my left nipple, but then
was lost to the feeling of his tongue's magic touch on it.

I only gasped a few times before Joey settled down, and while my nipple tingled
with his drying spit, Joey sighed and said, "Timmy, hold me, please?"

I blinked away my tears as I held my best friend and lover while he recalled the
last set of memories which had eluded him until now.  There was a new feeling of
happiness between us that hadn't been there since that day in cell together, and
as Joey began to quietly cry against my chest, I knew I was the luckiest person
on Earth.

Joey didn't cry all that much, but I had felt how much weight the few tears he
did shed carried.  We laid there on the floor for twenty minutes, and probably
would have laid there longer if my stomach hadn't have growled and reminded us
both it was time for what we called our three thirty dinner.

I thought Joey was getting up when he struggled to get his hand out from
underneath, but just as I started to sit up, his body moved up and laid me back
down.

"I love you more than if you were my brother..." Joey said to my face.  "I just
want you to know that even if we find Sarah, I doubt I... <sigh>  You're more to
me than she ever could be.  I don't want to loose that again."

My eyes told him the feeling was mutual, and after exchanging kisses on the
cheeks, Joey started to get up for real.  But not before giving my crotch a
teasing pat.

We went to the cafeteria without bothering with raising our fake personalities
for the first time since that first week of class.  After we ate, we went to our
two hour work out, feeling like a million bucks.  But I knew that would all come
to an end, having noticed his glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking.

While the mind wipe had succeeded in clearing Joey from all of the emotional
conditioning Steven's drug had inflicted, it hadn't prevented Joey from
recalling anything which had happened while he was brainwashed.  Between the
experiences he had of being Steven's suck and fuck boy and the growing
attraction towards me he had before our capture, Joey was starting to really
build up his desires in wanting me in that way.  I wasn't sure how I should
proceed, not wanting to risk hurting him so soon after finally getting him back.

The small amount of steroids Joey and I were taking to aid our muscle building
and the exhaustive workout sessions we had everyday with Blake had really been
working on Joey.  His muscles had nearly doubled from the time we had started a
month ago.  And to top it all off, his dick had grown to its adult size, thicker
than average while not any shorter than it should be.

Neither of us had had sex with anything but our own hands for the past two
weeks, plus the steroids weren't helping us cope with our pussy starving dicks.
I was certain that the steroids had helped our horniness grow as much as our
muscles, but had found relief by finally giving in and adopting the old night
time jerking ritual that half the guys in the dorm did anyway.

I was incredibly relieved when Joey finished his shower before me and left
without starting what we both had been thinking about all evening.  Or more like
he was thinking about it while I was worrying about it.  But I had nearly
forgotten all about his lusty glances when I walked into our dorm room wearing
only a towel, somewhat blinded from drying my hair with a second one.

Once the initial shock of feeling his mouth kiss my neck while his dick brushed
the backs of my thigh had passed, I actually found myself enjoying the waves of
love and lust flowing through him as his hand started stroking my cock.  And
when I felt his organ slipping through my legs, I truly found myself lusting for
the feeling of his shudders and shakes while coming between my thighs.

Joey moved us over towards my bunk without me realizing it, and I didn't really
even think about it when he guided us down onto its surface.  My empathic senses
were adding Joey's arousal and lust to my own, and I simply was too lost within
them to pay much attention to anything displeasurable my physical senses were
reporting.

While Joey humped my thighs, a difference within him began forming that didn't
register right away.  The empathic purging of his emotions had restored him more
or less like his old self, but the memories from his experiences as Joseph had
made their mark on his psyche, and Joey would never be the same.

You could say his dark side was a little darker, and he had formed fetishes for
sexual activities which he would have never even considered before Steven made
him do them over and over with him.  Depending on how you looked at it, Joey had
either been perverted or just given a wider range of sexual pleasures to indulge
in.

The first real feelings of concern I had about the way he was acting came when
Joey's hand moved from my cock to begin loosening my asshole with a spit covered
finger.  He felt rushed or even driven to do it.  In fact, Joey didn't even try
to warn me when he slipped his one finger out and rammed his dick in.

"Fuuuck!" I bellowed as the pain was drowned out by the combination of both
Joey's and my own pleasure.

Joey's hand started twisting my nipples and his mouth sucked on my neck and
shoulder as he pounded my ass furiously.  His lust and desire for pleasure was
growing as he became rougher and less careful, and that was when I started to
get a little scared.

The moment I tried to resist his nipple pinching, Joey rolled me onto my stomach
and I found myself trapped underneath his slightly larger body.  As the pleasure
and lust dimmed from the rising panic within me, I desperately began struggling
to get out from under him.

But Joey was beyond the point where he would stop.  My ass had just finally
loosened enough for him to freely fuck me without it causing him to struggle to
get it back in.  So too keep me pacified, he used his magic touch on me hoping
to wash my resistance away with pleasure.

And it worked too.  Joey's own version of a magical touch was different to mine
by the way it ebbed and varied.  He used it to make me meet his humps with my
own thrusts, and then after we blew our loads, his into my ass and mine onto the
bed, I didn't even realize he had pulled out since I was a drift in the ocean of
pleasure his hand was still providing.

Even though he had just orgasmed, Joey wasn't the least bit satisfied sexually.
He didn't waste any time to decide to use me like a toy.  He broke off handling
my body, and for a moment I started to get a hold of my senses.  But when Joey's
tongue touched my ass with its magic touch on full, I was pushed even deeper
into the helpless state of intense pleasure.

A jolt of electricity passed through my body when Joey's tongue probed my
asshole, followed by a small window of somewhat clear thought.  Joey was sinking
deeper and deeper into his perversion and lust which Steven had given him, and
even as I pushed back against his face while his tongue tried to gain access to
my ass, I started to regain my self control.

The memory of the time Joey had been able to resist my commands from my words of
him someday eating my shit countered the intense pleasure Joey's tongue was
producing, and to his frustration my rose sealed shut before he could even
attempt to suck his spunk out of my ass.

Somehow I managed to keep my back door shut tight as he unleashed wave after
wave of sexual desire and pleasure through his tongue's drilling probes.  After
driving me to orgasm a third time, he finally was too frustrated to continue is
ass licking any longer.  

As his cock began filling my helpless mouth, the concept that Joey was literally
raping me went through my mind.  But I loved him too much to stop him the only
way I knew how.  So instead of using my telepathy, I withstood his cock fucking
my mouth.

Luckily it didn't take much for him to cum that time, and once his shutters and
shakes had finished, he dismounted.  We were both so exhausted that we couldn't
do much else but pass out.

I awoke to Joey calling my name as he looked at me with concern.

"I'm sorry.  I..  I couldn't fight it any more.  I tried..  Please believe me I
tried," he said, nearly in tears.

"K-Are," I rasped out, my voice not wanting to work after having his cock in my
throat.  "Are you, <cough> okay?"

"Are you?" he asked softly.

I managed a weak grin, then said, "Nothing I haven't been through before."

"Me neither," he said sadly.  "But... you're really not angry, are you.  I would
be."

"I'm...  I'm disappointed I guess. <cough> I thought you wouldn't let.. <cough>
let it take over like that."

He didn't say anything, just sighed a sat there looking at me pitifully.

When I saw it was just a little after nine, I got up carefully and grabbed some
tissues to wipe the seepage from my ass and locked the dead bolt while I was up.

"Fuck, Joey..  My voice is gonna be screwed up tomorrow, and I have to read a
paper.." I said, trying to clear my throat again and sitting down next to him.
The tissue paper I still had in my hand had a streak of wetness along with a
little bit of blood.

I moved it closer to his face and said, "Here.  You want it now?"

"Shit.  Get it the fuck away," he said before allowing himself a small chuckle.

"Mmmm..  looks awful tasty," I teased.

"You're sick, he said before giving me a shove.

He didn't know his own strength, however, and I ended up knocking my head
against the wooden frame.  After my "OW!" Joey immediately uprighted me and
apologized profusely.

"All right!  I know you didn't mean to.." I said, struggling to get away.

"But.." he said before letting me go.  "I have to know...  Will you ever trust
me again?"

I opened my mouth to say I would, but realized I wasn't sure how I felt.  Seeing
his face fall from my hesitation, I said, "I trust you as far as you can trust
yourself.  Just try to keep your mind on what we're here for, okay?"

"Yeah..  Okay," he said unhappily.

"Come on.  Get your bunk down so we can go to bed." I said getting up to find my
sleeping shorts.

"I think I'll just sleep alone tonight," Joey said.

"No you're not.  After what just happened today, I want you right next to me in
case you have a nightmare."

"I'm not going to be having any nightmares that I can wake up from.  Good night
Tim.  I love you."

"I love you too, Joey," I said a few moments after he laid down and covered up.

When he didn't respond, I wiped my butt some more, and once I found the tissue
staying clean, I padded my crack with some fresh ones and slipped my shorts on
before climbing into bed.

The next morning when we met Nick and Greg down in the deserted cafeteria around
4:20 am to do school work, both Joey and Greg were unusually quiet.  Joey's
silent mood I understood, but Greg's...

Nick was the one who finally decided he had enough of not knowing what was going
on.  Just before the food line opened up to serve breakfast, Nick slammed his
book shut and asked, "What the fuck is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Joey asked, not expecting to fool him.

"You know what I mean.  What's up with you Joey?  Yeah, and you too Greg."

"I, er," Joey started.

"He had another nightmare," I lied.

"Didn't sound like any nightmare to me," Greg mumbled.

Joey and I looked at each other, realizing that if we could hear him jacking off
at night...

"What does that supposed to mean?" Nick said crankily.

"Nothin'," Greg replied also crankily.  "Just that it didn't sound like Joey was
having a nightmare, that's all."

"So what did it sound like?" Nick persisted.

"Yeah, what did it sound like?" I echoed.

"Ask Joey.  He's the one with the nightmare," Greg said with venom.

"You want to know what my nightmare sounded like?!?" Joey said angrily and
standing up.  "Fine!  It sounded like me fucking Tim in the ass, that what it
sounded like!"

I don't know who was more startled by his admission, me, Greg or Nick.  Then
again, I guess it must have been Nick.  He simply hadn't considered the
possibility of knowing someone who would do something like that.

Luckily the few people around us who had heard figured they had heard wrong,
only giving us a few extra glances before going on with their business.
Actually, the extra glances were at Joey standing there starting to
hyperventilate.

Once I had gotten Joey to sit back down, I whispered to him, "Why don't the four
of us go somewhere private and then we can figure out what to tell them."

Joey nodded, then he started clenching his fists and concentrated on steady his
breathing.

"Guys, it's not all what you think.  Joey's been through a lot lately, and he..
Well, can you come back with us to our room so we can talk about it in private?"

Greg and Nick looked at each other a moment, then Nick said, "All right," and
started to gather his things up.

But Greg wasn't so sure.  I could feel he was holding something in really deep,
some kind of emotion that even I wasn't able to pick up from the way he was
keeping it buried.  He was afraid that if he went with us, he would let it out,
and that scared him a lot.

"Aren't you coming?" Nick said to him while I started gathering both Joey's and
my stuff.

"Yeah, I guess," Greg said, giving in to that little bit of peer pressure.

It wasn't until we were approaching our room that Greg started chickening out.

"Look, I'm not feeling very good.  Maybe I'll just go lay down.." he said,
stopping at his door.

"Greg, come on," I said.  "Whatever you're afraid of won't hurt you unless you
let it."

"Who says I'm afraid of anything?" he said nervously.

"Shit," I sighed.  "Just listen to yourself.  You're almost to the point where
you're shaking in your boots.  Come on.  Trust us.  We're a team, remember?
Don't quit on us when we need you the most," I said, recalling part of a pep
talk I had seen on TV.

"Yeah.." Nick added, "Besides, I'm not going in there with those two alone, so
you'll have to come," he joked.

"All right," he said, putting away his key.

As Joey unlocked the door, something about the way Greg looked at me told me he
thought I already knew his secret, and that I had staged this whole thing just
to make him tell it.  

So after Joey followed Nick inside, I stopped Greg, closed the door, then looked
him in the eyes and said, "Whatever it is you're hiding, I swear I don't know
it, and you don't have to tell us, okay?"

I saw the confirmation in his eyes, so I closed the empathic link just before
Nick reopened the door and asked, "What are you two doing out there?  Kissing?"

"Shut up," Greg said, pushing the door open wider, causing Nick to jump back a
little.

"Touchy, aren't we," Nick said softly as I passed him.

"Close the door," I barked to him.  "And try not to piss anyone off."

I flinched when the door slammed shut, then I took a deep breath and said,
"Sorry.  I guess the pressure is starting to get to me." 

"I'm sorry too.  I think we're all feeling the pressure get to us," Nick said,
sitting down on my bunk next to Greg.

Joey was sitting at the table, so I went over and sat next to him on the floor.


No one said anything for a few minutes, then finally Greg asked, "Are you gay or
just bi?"

Joey and I exchanged glances, then we both said, "Bi."

"Shit," Nick muttered.  "You mean you two really did?..  Holy shit."

"I didn't think you believed it," I said.  "But we're not really interested in
guys like that.  We dig chicks.  It's just that we're so close that we're....
well, close."

"Do you do it a lot?" Greg asked after a long pause.

"No," Joey simply answered.

"Is that what your nightmares are about?" Nick asked, slightly confused.

"Sort of.  Not really though.  I'd rather not talk about them."

"Well, maybe you should," Nick prompted.  "It might make you feel better."

"I doubt it.  They wouldn't make any sense to you anyway."

"Do they make sense to you?"

"Yeah.  More than I wish."

"Have you guys ever..  done it with another guy besides each other?" Greg
suddenly asked.

"I did once, but that was a few years ago and I haven't wanted to since," I
said, more or less speaking the truth.

"I.." Joey started, then stopped.

I looked up at him and he met my eyes with his.  I saw they were wet with extra
tears and were full of uncertainty.  When I gave him a questioning look, he
nodded his head, then sniffed and rubbed his nose, hoping he would tear up any
more.

"Last summer, Joe and I were kidnapped.  Joe was brainwashed by a guy to be his
toy, and he's having a hard time dealing with the things he did while believing
he wanted to do them.  Last night he lost control and did some things he's not
proud of."

"But I would only do something like that to Tim, not you guys.  It's kind of
hard to explain why," Joey added.

"So why didn't this guy brainwash Tim too?" Nick asked.

"He tried, but..  it just didn't work, okay?  We don't know why," I said,
realizing we would have to add this to our cloak personalities' memories.

"I know why," Joey said.  "I wanted to do some of those things before, but you
didn't."

"You can't know that for sure," I said to Joey.  Then to the other two I said,
"The guy planted memories and stuff to make Joe think he had done things before
we had been kidnapped."

"Some things I did do," Joey said, knowing I was all too aware of what he meant
by it.

Both Joey and Greg had to get ready for their 8:00 classes, and Nick didn't feel
like hanging around, so I spent most of my free time adding what we had told
them to my cover-self's memories.

We all had a very difficult time during our workout.  Not because it was
physically grueling or anything, but because we all knew what Joey's glancing at
me meant.  Even Blake caught on near the end of our workout.  It made us even
more uncomfortable when Blake became quiet, a stark contrast to his normally
jocular personality.

This time Joey's self control broke down while the four of us were showering.
The moment his fingers brushed between my ass cheeks, I was rendered helpless to
his magic touch.  I have no memory of anything other than the overwhelming
pleasure from his finger tips.

I awoke in my bunk with Joey right next to me, my ass and mouth sore.  Joey woke
when I tried to adjust my position, and after his emotional out pour, we laid
there discussing what we could do to keeping it from happening again.

Joey admitted that it was the workouts that were making his lust overwhelm him.
The sight of my body growing more muscular every day had been building up his
desire and frustration for a while.  We thought about working out separately,
but we considered the risk that he might start forming the same desires for
someone else.

You may wonder why I didn't simply use a command on him to keep him from doing
it again.  Ever since my empathic senses had shown me what altering someone does
to them, I had been hesitant in risking inflicting that kind of damage on
someone.  And my empathic senses were telling me that Joey was only doing what
his natural...

I have no single word for it.  You see, people are very complex, and there are
many different ways in which to view what makes a person what they are.  One way
is to see that when a person is born, they are given a basic personality.  Their
experiences during the course of their life combined and limited by their
original basic personality makes a person who and what they were meant to be.

The damage done by experiencing extremely traumatic events, brainwashing, or
being altered by another by telepathic means can cause that person to become
something that is outside what their basic personality allows.  When someone
intentionally inflicts such changes, the result is something which is pure evil,
even when done with the best of best intentions.

But everything Joey had been going through was caused by recalling and
processing the experiences which Steven had given him, and he was simply dealing
with them as well as his original basic personality allowed him to do so.  For
me to interrupt or alter that process would have been altering him from his
natural God given state.  And like I said, that would have been evil.

So, because I loved him, the only thing I could do was to let him do it in hopes
of letting it run its course and to be done with it for good.  When I told Joey
I would just let him have his way with me after the workouts, this made him
happy, and because I loved him, it made me happy too.  Sort of.

Greg and Nick didn't meet us for breakfast like they usually do the next
morning, but Nick did show for lunch, and finally admitted to us that he watched
up until Joey entered my ass, then left because it was too gross for him.

Greg avoided us the entire week and weekend, but he did show up for the workouts
and made an effort to not seem as disturbed as he was.

Joey seemed to have more self control after our workout that night.  Probably
because he knew he wouldn't have to overcome my resistance which had been the
greatest source of frustration for him.  Instead of going to the dorms, we
jogged to a motel which rented by the hour and got a room.

Even though the room was pretty nice, any illusion having romantic reasons for
being there was killed by the condom vending machine on the wall outside the
bathroom.  I mean, I was there because I loved him, not because I was going to
have sex with him.

I never suspected what effect these experiences would have on me.  I couldn't
imagine that I would come to like, much less enjoy the gross stuff Joey would be
having us do. 

I have many regrets about the things I did concerning Joey that school year, but
this was not one of them.  I occasionally still have the kind of intense
perverted sex which occurred the following weeks, and it is always the most
physically exhausting and sexually satisfying, or at least in the perverted
sense.  I must point out that while I eventually use other people's bodies to
have sex in, I only ever had that kind of dirty sex in my own body, and only
with the two men and two women whom I call my lovers AND my soul-mates: Joey,
Suzi and...  

Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 11 - Give Me Some Dirty Sex
(mm analingus, anal)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING!  The following section of Tim, the Teenage MC has intensive homosexual
content that will either gross you out or surprisingly arouse you.  Any
important details relevant to the plot presented in this section are also
explained in the section preceding this one.  Therefore:

a) If the idea of two males having consensual and loving sex is disturbing to
you, skip this section.  

b) If the idea of two males performing analingus (that is, licking of the ass
without any feces present) skip this section.

c) If you are aroused by the idea of sucking shit out of someone's ass and/or
ingesting it, skip this section because I'd NEVER make anyone (real or
imaginary) do that and you'll just be terribly disappointed.  And make sure you
go see a psychiatrist when you finish reading this chapter before you make
yourself really ill.

Please remember that performing analingus is very dangerous and is considered an
extremely unsafe form of sex.  The normally benign bacteria present in the anus
and rectum can and will cause serious illness in the mouth and stomach if the
proper precautions are not taken.

For more information, go to http://www.halcyon.com/elf/altsex/analsex.html 

And while you're there, read the rest of the Alt Sex FAQ
http://www.halcyon.com/elf/altsex/longdex.html courtesy of Elf Sternberg

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I don't know about you, but I'm dripping wet from all that jogging," I said,
poking my head in the bathroom to check it out.

Joey's hands slipped under the front of my shirt as he pressed himself against
my back.

"Yeah.." he said, rubbing his hands all over my hard sweaty chest.  "Nice and
dripping wet."

He buried his nose into the shoulder my wet shirt, and I felt him licking and
sucking the juices out of it.  When he stopped, he stood there feeling my chest
and pecs, breathing in lung full after lung full of my scent.

"You know," he said a few minutes later, pulling my shirt off over my head.
"This is a lot like one of my wet dreams I had about you.  But I can't believe
I'm actually going to do this."

"You had more than one wet dream.. about me?" I said, astonished.

"Two of them after that one day with that fat chick..  Heh.. I wonder if she
lost that weight," he said before kissing my bare shoulder.

"We'll just have to find out when we get back," I said, closing my eyes to let
his caresses work their magic.

But before I could lose myself in his hands sliding over my wet skin, Joey
turned me around to face him, then once his shirt was off, we were exploring
each other's mouths with our tongues.

I could feel Joey's urgency to get beyond the foreplay, and knew when his mouth
began to travel down my neck and chest that I wouldn't be enjoying it much
longer.

But I was wrong.  Joey seemed to be satisfied sucking the almost dried sweat off
my well outlined manly breasts.  I had to admit that the hormones had helped
considerably in the forming of my manly features, and as Joey's hands traveled
up and down my back, I felt very proud of the well developed muscles I had.

Joey surprisingly came back up for another round of tongue wrestling, then as we
paused to catch our breath, he said, "Let's play a game of follow the leader."

"Follow the leader?"

"Yeah.  I'm the leader.  Anything I do to you, you then have to do to me next.
And you have to do it as well or better than I do.  Agreed?"

"I guess so."

"Good.  Get started."

"Huh?  I thought you was the leader," I said surprised.

"I am.  I already did something," he said, rubbing some of his spit into my left
breast.

"Oh," I simply said before I pressed my mouth over his.

I was surprised at how easily I became excited while sucking and licking his
manly breasts.  They had a firmness to them all their own, much firmer than a
woman's, yet not unpleasantly so.

When my turn was over, Joey looked in my eyes and said, "Thank you."

My natural reaction was to kiss his cheek and hug him, and I was rewarded with
his own affectionate hug and kiss.

But after the affection had worn off, Joey's hands began their wandering, then
he proceeded to kiss his way down my body, his hands pushing my shorts down as
his lips crossed the no man's zone.

My dick was at full attention as he playfully licked my balls and around my
cock's base, and I was finding his finger's attention on my rose to make it
increasingly difficult to keep standing.

When I almost lost my balance, Joey stopped and led me into the shower and
started the water.

I happily got in the shower with him and immediately grabbed the soap and
started soaping his ass.  I had actually been enjoying it to that point, and was
looking forward to the fun we always had in the shower in the past.  But then I
caught a glimpse of Joey sniffing the unwashed fingers he had used to massage my
ass, and I shuddered with disgust when he actually tasted it with his tongue.

I couldn't help but hesitate when he moved to kiss again.  But Joey knew what he
was doing, and after feeling his hands going up and down my back, gently humping
our dicks together while he patiently suckled my lips, I finally allowed his
tongue access to my mouth and quickly sent mine into his.

The water flowing over our hot skin only gave us more lubricant for our hands as
they explored every muscles, every crevice of our young masculine bodies.  Our
cocks were bouncing into each other as we humped in a rhythmic pattern, their
precum constantly getting wiped onto our bellies before it was washed away by
the falling water.

I realized I had begun to like the feel of his powerful and masculine body in my
arms, the feel of his manly like body almost becoming arousing to me.  In fact I
believe I was the first to send my fingers down to his assholes, and couldn't
help but feel my desire to start fucking rise when Joey immediately did the
same.  

But Joey was the leader, and he even though he did want to fuck, he had other
things he wanted to do first.  When I felt him pulling away from the wall, I
allowed him to turn me around and bend me over.  He startled me when he ran his
tongue across my ass cheeks, but I was glad he had warned me before his tongue
probed my ass a moment later.

I couldn't believe how quickly I lost my displeasure over his tongues attack.
Within minutes I was using my hands to help hold my ass cheeks apart and meeting
his tongues thrusts with my own.  The more tongue he squeezed in, the more my
ass loosened, and thus the more of his tongue he was able to squeeze in.

Deeper and deeper his tongue went into my rectum, wiggling and probing while his
lips would once in a while seal around the entrance to suck his tiring tongue
back in.  On probably his tongue's fifth re-entry, my cum hit the wall without
either of us having touched my dick, and then after another stimulating feel
around, his tongue was replaced with his wonderfully thick dick.

Once he had worked the slight remaining resistance out of my ass, he stood me up
and slowly fucked me while turning my head and starting another kiss.  That time
I could smell the trace of corruption on his breath, but didn't really notice
much of a taste, especially once I had lost myself again into the passion of our
anal sex.

Our breathing became too heavy to kiss very long, and soon he had me leaning up
against the wall again as he went full out pounding my ass.  I would have
enjoyed it a lot more if I hadn't been feeling his lust building towards
something I knew I wasn't going to like.

Joey gasped and grunted as he came, pulling his dick out of my ass just as his
first shot erupted.  I groaned with disappointment feeling his hot spunk splash
against my hole, but as my rose spasmed from the wet stimulation, he plunged a
good portion of the ejaculate into my ass by the head of his dick.  Joey timed
his partial penetrations so that his cum was sprayed onto my rose before his
cock shoved part of it inside me, and this was incredibly pleasurable to my
already tingling ass.

His orgasm hadn't even finished its last spurt when Joey suddenly stopped his
shudders and shakes to slam the water off.  As the sounds of our breathing
filled my ears, I became aware of the throbbing cock still sitting with its head
up my ass, growing harder than ever as Joey's lust reached a new height.

My own dick softened as my fear for what he was contemplating about grew.  I
wanted to jump away when I felt Joey reached down between us, then relaxed when
he ran his finger up my crack to my asshole.  But when I realized his cum
covered finger was rising up to his mouth, I had to close my eyes and fight the
retching sensations growing in my stomach.

After Joey finished his smacking sounds, he licked the side of my face near my
right ear and said, "Your turn."

When I didn't respond, he said, "I said your turn."

"Joey.." I said, nervously.  "I.. I don't think I can.."

"Please?  I really want you to.  You said.."

"I know what I said, but that was when I thought you'd make me do it without me
knowing I was doing it.  But this is...  <sigh> I know you did it all as loving
as possible, and that's why I'm still standing here.  But I'm not ready for..
for..  that kind of dirty sex.  You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm just
not ready to do it to you.."

"But will you ever be ready?" Joey asked emotionally.

"I don't know.  Maybe.  To tell you the truth, once I forgot how gross it was, I
enjoyed your...  your tongue fucking me."

"Then maybe after I do it enough times, you won't find it so gross and you'll
try doing it to me," Joey analyzed.

"Maybe," I said, doubting it.

"Yeah..  You'll get there.  I know you will," he said as I felt his softened
dick growing hard in my ass again.  "And then you'll do other things like this."

I fought my retching sensations again as Joey bent me over and began licking his
cum from my ass.  But during the course of Joey's sucking my ass, I again lost
my displeasure and ended up aiding his efforts to get every last bit of his jism
out of my ass by pushing my shitting muscles.

After nearly an hour and a half of sex, Joey finally called it quits and we both
collapsed into the tub.  I sat against the tub's side with Joey laying on his
back between my spread legs, feeling the exhaustion of a long day while our
breathing started to slow down.

"My mouth is going to be really sore tomorrow," Joey said sleepily.

"So are my legs," I thought out loud, feeling them already getting stiff.

Joey closed his eyes and said "When I had to do these things to Steven, I didn't
care that he didn't do them to me.  All I wanted was to please him.  The fucking
bastard never even kissed me."

Joey paused a moment, then looked over at me and said, "I guess what I'm trying
to say is, even if you never do those things to me..  I know you love me."

Then he grabbed the side of the tub and got out, then held his hand out towards
me and said, "Let's go, partner.  We can have you falling asleep in here when
we're paying by the hour."

"Shit.  You're certainly are a cheap fuck," I said grinning and taking his hand.

Over the course of the following week and a half, I subjected myself to Joey's
tongue and dick fucking my ass, each time finding it a little easier to relax
and let him do his thing.  He always started out as loving as he had the first
time, and that's probably how he talked me into fucking his mouth a few times. 

On the twelfth visit to the motel room, I knew Joey had been right about me
eventually wanting to do those things to him.  I felt horrible about it, but I
couldn't help but get excited about feeling his tongue seeking his freshly
deposited cum from my ass.  It wasn't until two days later that I realized I had
crossed a line, and that only made me want to cross another one.  A big one.

That evening after our workout, we went to our usual room.  As soon as the door
was shut, I stepped behind him and began sucking on his sweaty neck while
slipping my hands up the front of his shirt and feeling his hard muscular pecks
and abs.

"Joey..  Its time for my turn," I said, sending my hands down to his waist to
begin lowering his shorts.

"Oh God," Joey moaned as he shed his shirt.  "I've wanted to hear you say that
for so long.." 

Licking the sweat off his now bare back, I quickly got rid of my own shorts,
then paused long enough to pull my shirt of while I turned him around to face
me.

I stared at his muscular teenage body, seeing the lust in his eyes, the sweat on
his chest, the bulging throbbing meat between his legs, and I felt no
displeasure, no feeling of wrongness, nothing holding my love and lust from
doing what I knew he wanted me to do so badly.

That when I understood the truth of what my love was.  I didn't want his male
body.  I wanted him.  The love I had for him or anyone else was not gay or bi or
straight.  It was just love, and there was no greater attraction to have.  

I knew the truth.  To love him was to love all of him.  To kiss him I had to
kiss all of him.  From his head, to his toes, from his dick, to his ass, I swore
I would taste ever square inch of his body.  I pledged to swallow as many of his
bodily fluids as he would share with me.  For there was nothing..  NOTHING about
his male body for me to find disgusting anymore.  It was only the shell which
carried the soul of whom I knew was my playmate, my companion, my friend, my
bodyguard, my advisor, my lover, and yes..  My soul-mate.

As I stepped into his arms, our tongues reached out of our open mouths to touch
before they were even within reach, our eyes shutting as our oral muscles slid
past each other to dive into the welcoming home of the other.  My hands
rediscovered the feel of his nicely defined muscles, finding every inch of his
skin still hot and wet from our jog.  Our cocks were struggling to embrace each
other as we sucked each others mouths of their spit, our hands never once
stopping to rest as we tried press more and more of ourselves against the
other's sweaty skin.

When Joey broke our mouths apart gasping for air, I refused to stop for anything
as trivial as oxygen, and began giving hickeys on his neck and chest.   I
devoured his manly nipples and breasts, cleaned his slick stomach, tongued and
sucked out his hairy belly button, then sucked in the strand of precum hanging
from the lips of his dick.

As I began to use my lips and tongue on the head of his gorgeous cock, Joey
gasped out, "Oh God, Tim.  Oh fuCKING GOD!"

I was using the end result of two years of getting blow jobs from the twins,
Suzi, and forty three other girls of which I had stored the greatest aspects of
each and every one of their techniques.  Joey's head was rolling around as I
slurped, licked, and sucked, then finally as his cock began to surge with its
impending eruption, I prompted him to fuck my mouth like never before.

Finally, I understood the attraction girls and women had to sucking cock.  It
was more than a fetish, more than an erotic thrill.  There was a sense of
power... no, that wasn't it really.  Not power to control anyway.  For all the
male's strength and toughness, there was a sense of satisfaction in seeing how
vulnerable and delicate we could become with so little work done. 

My mouth greedily accepted every drop of his seed, tasting as much as I possibly
could while his cock continued to fuck deeply into my willing throat.   But
before his shutters and shakes were over, I pulled my mouth off his dick
completely, catching the last bit of his cum in my hand.


I began fingering that same small puddle of semen into his ass as I cleaned his
cock up with my mouths foamy spit.  Joey knew where I was going with this, and
after he shuddered with excitement and reversed the softening of his dick, he
gently moved towards the bed and leaned over while spreading his feet far apart
to give me the access I needed for his ass.

I couldn't believe I actually wanted to do it.  I felt so.. dirty.  I made the
mistake of smelling the finger I had been massaging his rose with, but after
grossing out a second, I made myself smell it again, finding the aroma as
pleasant and arousing. It was from my lover's sweet body, therefore it smelled
like a rose, and tasted like honey.  That is was love makes everything become.

The moan Joey made when I finally passed my tongue over his already clasping
rose stirred a lust I hadn't felt for a seemingly long time.  It had been at
least two months since I had made anyone moan like that, and after trying it
twice more and getting the same response, I lost myself into french kissing his
asshole.

When Joey's ass closed up tight a moment, I knew he was starting his orgasm and
immediately moved under his spread legs to take his cock into my mouth again.  I
collected as much cum as I could stand before returning to his ass to spurt his
own cum into his willing hole.  It was just so dirty, so completely mind
numbingly arousing, I continued making love to his ass with my mouth even after
his legs gave out.   He was laying flat on the floor for nearly twenty minutes
before Joey couldn't stand any more.

"Tim.. Just FUCK ME! Please?" he gasp.  "Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want
with me.  JUST FUCK ME!"

I didn't argue.  My mouth was so tired I was having trouble keeping it closed as
I slipped my dick into his ass and began pumping away, only to be stopped by
Joey's insisting we did it on the bed.

I have to admit, Joey knew how to be perverted and romantic at the same time.
After pulling his legs back to give me access to his shit hole which I
immediately filled with my cock, Joey reached up to me and pulled me down to his
lips.  We savagely sucked the spit out of each other's mouths, then gently and
lovingly kissed a minute before Joey stopped and smiled.

"I've never been so happy in my life, Timmy.  I love you in ways I'll never be
able to say."

"I love you too, Joey Theodore Connor," I said, kissing him again.

When I felt his ass squeeze my cock, I broke our lips apart and said, "I'm going
to fuck your ass until you cum all over yourself.  And then I'm going to suck it
all up while I fuck your mouth and make you pay for turning me into the pervert
you are."

"Yeah.  Fuck my ass, Tim.  Fuck it, then fuck my fucken mouth."

And with that, I started my pumping again, this time holding nothing back as I
used every bit of my newly grown strength to knock my cock in as deep as it
could go.

Things didn't work out as we planned since by the time I got him to blow again,
we were both too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep with my dick still in
his wonderful ass.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I simply couldn't find what we did so
pleasurable, nor so romantic.  I woke Joey up and we scampered back to the dorm,
wishing very much I had something stronger than soda to wash the taste out of my
mouth.

We explored every perversion we could come up with that didn't involve shit,
urine, small creatures, or inanimate objects in the following two weeks
thereafter.  We quickly learned how to butt munch each other at the same time,
that being sort of like 69ing except you're always having to strain to hold the
other one's ass to mouth.  It was very tiring, and we didn't do it much.  But
when we did, it was a lot of... well.. fun.

On the fourth week of our dirty sex, I suddenly remembered the lesbians I had
met at the amusement park a year earlier, and we spent several days exploring
the depths of each other's rectums with our hands.  We were always very careful
about making sure we were completely empty and clean before our dirty sex.
Neither of us fancied ending up with the taste of shit in our mouths.

Okay, so one time we did pull the shit out of the other's ass with our hands,
but wore gloves and never tried it again because it was too gross, even for us.
I don't think I've left anything out, and since many readers may not enjoy this
kind of thing, I'm not going into any more details of the sex Joey and I had
during our time at Northeastern State.  With that said...  Let the quest for
Sarah continue.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 11 - Boy-talk
(No sex)

"Fold," I moaned, seeing I had no way of winning with a single pair of fours.

"Joe?" Nick prompted.

"Call," Joey said emotionlessly as he tossed the chips on the stack.

"Readem and weep," Nick said, laying the cards down so we could read them.

"Holy shit!" Joey said, seeing the four Jacks.  "I can't believe you have all
four Jacks!"

"Ha!" Nick bellowed out before reaching for the pile of chips.

"Ha yourself," Joey said, setting the four kings down.

"Shit!  How do you do that!"

"You don't expect an answer do you?  Didn't think so," Joey said, raking his
chips in. 

"Oh Bartender.." Joey called a few moments later.

"Yeah, what?!" Lenny said coming over.

"Be a good lad and get me a coke out of the fridge?" Joey said, smirking and
handing Lenny the key to our room.

"Another one?" Lenny said as he turned to leave.

"Remind me to never bet my servitude for a week.  It's not worth the gamble," I
said to Joey.

"Heh.  So Nick...  You up for another game to win back your losses?"

"No way, man..  I'm all played out.  Good thing we weren't playing for money,"
Nick said, reaching up with his arms and stretching.

"You know," I said, watching Joey stack up his chips, "one of us should go see
if Greg is still going to the party or not.  From what I understand, we're
supposed to show up in our group."

"Well don't look at me.  I'm the one he's avoiding" Joey said.

"I'm not so sure of that.  Ever since I called his bluff in the showers the
other day, he's been kind of cautious about what he does while I'm around."

"Well, can't blame him there," Joey said, starting to do his fancy card
shuffling.  "You did call his bluff.  That always makes me cautious about
someone."

Nick sighed, then said, "All right.  If you want me to do it, just say so."

"Say so," Joey and I both said without needing to think about it.

"Where's he going?" Lenny asked as he handed Joey his soda and key.

"He bet he could get some chick named Darlene to blow us all.  He's going to
find her with the twenty bucks she charges," Joey said seriously.

"WHAT!" Lenny said spinning towards the door.  But then he got wise and turned
around saying, "Yeah, and I bet you get to fuck her afterwards too."

"Nah.. That costs an extra ten.  But he said she might be having a special this
week since her boyfriend doesn't satis.."

Lenny wrapped one of Nick's dirty workout shirts around Joey's face and kept it
there while Joey struggled laughing.  Finally Lenny let go and said, "There.
That'll teach you for rippin' on my girl."

"Whose girl?" Kirk said, walking in the open door with a book bag.

My face lit up at the sound of his voice, hoping he had gotten my message
yesterday after I suddenly thought of something to get rid of the dirty sex
after-taste.

"Never mind.  Did you bring it?" I asked.

"What do you think is in here?  School books?" he said, unzipping the side and
flashing the bottle of 200 proof grain alcohol.

"Cool.  How much to I owe you?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.

"It's on me.  Shit, if it wasn't for you getting your old friends to lend me the
flicks, I'd be waist deep in shit right now trying to keep new stuff on my
screen.  Anything you want, just let me know.  Anything."

"Thanks.  Right now this is all I need," I said, patting the bag.

Nick came back at that moment, and said, "He's going, but he wants to talk to
Tim alone for a minute."

"Who is it?" Greg's muffled voice said when I knocked.

"It's me.  Tim.  Nick said.."

The door opened up just wide enough for me to squeeze through, Greg nowhere to
be seen.

I stepped through the gap, and almost got my finger crushed when Greg slammed
the door behind me.

"What's going on?" I said, noticing how dim the room was with the curtains
drawn.  "Where's Austin?"

"He went home for the weekend," Greg answered still standing against the door.

"Greg, you're starting to worry me.  Why are you avoiding us?  I though you
understood we wouldn't touch.."

"I know..." he said with a hint of unsteadiness.  "Look. Tim..  I have a secret.
A secret I've never told anyone.  But I have to tell someone and you kind of
know a little bit of it already.. Let's sit down, okay?"

He sat down on what I figured to be his bunk, so I sat down on the other one,
only to find him getting up and sitting down next to me.

"I take it this has to do with what Joey and I did in the shower that one day?"

"Yeah, but its more than that.  A lot more.  You see, when I was growing up, all
I heard what Austin this Austin that from my mom.  My aunt, Austin's mom,
worked, so my mom took care of Austin during the day.  I was always second to
him, even in my own house.  My own room, even.  Just because he was supposed to
be gifted.

"But when I was thirteen, we started jerking off together, and I guess I had the
advantage on him there.  He's six months younger than I am, but my dad.. I guess
his dad was a late bloomer, or mine an early one..  Anyway, I taught him
everything I had figured out for myself, and we tried a few things together.

"I think I must have fallen in love with him or something.  But then he, being
the gifted child he is, suddenly decided that jerking off and everything else I
had done with him was beneath him.  It blew me away.  He even started making fun
of me.  I guess I decided never to have anything to do with anyone like that
again."

I waited for him to continue, and eventually had to say, "So what does this have
to do with me and Joey?"

"Nothing..  Except..  I don't know how to say this.." He said hanging his head.

"Just say it any way you can," I said, trying to get my head low enough to make
eye contact.

"I've hid all my life from any kind of..  dating or... anything that would lead
me back to feeling that kind of rejection.  But...  I..  I never stopped hoping
that Austin would, you know...  reconsider?  I'm not gay, and I don't think I'm
even bi.  But with Austin...  What I'm trying to say is, when I saw you and Joey
doing it, all I could think about..  All I can still think about is how much I
wanted to do something like that with Austin.  I'm so confused..."

I blinked three times before I processed all that.

"Greg," I said softly.  "Does Austin know any of this?"

"No," he said.  "And he not going to find out, either.  I hate him.  He's such
an asshole around me..  Yet, I can't stop thinking about how much I want to
share something with him.  Something that's important.  I want his..  his.."

"His what?" I prompted when he didn't continue right away.

"Respect?  Trust?  I don't know.  Not love.  Not sex either, really.  Just..
Something we can share between us...  What's the word for it... Shit."

"I think the word is intimacy.  You want him to share something back with you
and no one else," I said after analyzing the feelings I was getting from him.
"Something private and personal.  Something to make you both equals about
something."

"Yeah.  That's it.  That's it exactly.  But it will never happen because Austin
doesn't NEED to be intimate with me.  He has lots of girlfriends that he's
always with, and I can't offer him anything that they couldn't.  Except that
thing you and Joey did.  I guess that's why seeing you two like that upset me.
I knew I'd never have that."

"Shit, Greg.  You make it sound like you can only be intimate with another guy.
But you know there's a whole ocean of girls out there.  Forget Austin, man.
He's the wrong kind of fish for you anyway.  Like, when we get into the Eta's
you know you're gonna have women lining up to be intimate with ya.  Hell, you
already have girls eyeing ya.  Didn't you notice that Wendy chick watching you
in the cafeteria?"

"Well, yeah...  But I thought I must have had some shit in my hair or
something."

"Nah.  I know that look.  She was making herself wet just watching ya.  And when
you were bending over to tie your shoe, I think she almost died watching your
butt almost pop out of your jeans.  By the way, dude," I added, slipping a
finger under his tight fitting sleeve.  "You need to get some bigger clothes."

"I'm not the only one," he said with a grin.  "Remember, it was you who split
your shorts this morning."

"How did you know about that?"

"Shit.  If you can hear me whacking off during the day, don't you think I heard
that 'kkkkkkkkkkkkch' in the dead of the night?"

"Heh..  I guess you got me there.  They were my favorite pair too.  Suzi gave
them to me before..  Uhm, anyway..  Lets go see what the other guys are going to
do before we have to get ready for the party."

"Well, there is just one other thing.." he said, staying seated after I got up.

"Oh.  Sorry," I said, sitting back down and giving him my complete attention.

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea with Joe having problems, or even if the
floor monitor would let us, but..  You know how you got that empty space where
Joe's bunk used to sit?"

"What.  You want to move in with us?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah.  Or just sleep in there.  Austin doesn't even try to be quiet when I'm
trying to sleep.  And then there's the other reason I'd rather not be around him
that you already know."

"I don't know, Greg.  I mean, I don't know if we can always avoid doing stuff in
the room.  I still can't believe no one else heard us those two times."

"Were do you guys go after workouts, anyway?" he asked.

I felt there was more than innocent curiosity behind his question, so I asked
him, "Why?  You thinking about joining us?" I teased.

"No, I uhm...  Well, not join you.  But.."

"You're serious, aren't you?  Why do you want to watch us?  I mean, I don't even
like thinking about what we've done the past couple of nights.  Wait a sec.  Did
you watch us in the shower?"

"Yeah."

"The whole time?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I don't know.  I guess..  I guess I liked watching ya.  But I don't want to do
any of that stuff myself."

I didn't know what to say at that point.  He was telling the truth, and not
holding anything back.  I was really hurting to use my telepathy to scan him
right then, and since Joey had used his magic touch on me on two different
occasions without anyone detecting it, I was pretty certain no one would pick up
a simple scan like I wanted to do.  The problem was, if I found something that I
acted on, I would have to somehow explain how I learned about it.  Explain to
whom you ask?  Well, if not to Greg or Nick, I would have to explain it via my
cloak personality's memory.

"I take it you don't like the idea," Greg said, hiding his hurt feelings.

"No, it's not that," I said, laying an arm across his shoulders and rubbing the
hard muscle on the other side.  "Its just...  I never thought anyone would find
that kind of thing entertaining."

"It just goes to show you were right."

I gave him a questioning glance, so he grinned and said, "I am a pervert."

"Heh..  I'll agree to that," I said taking my arm off his shoulders to give him
a friendly punch.  "Look.  I'll talk to Joe about you sleeping in our room, and
maybe you can watch us once in a while.  But I'm not making any promises, and
you may find yourself doing more than just watching if you're not careful."

"I understand.  Thanks."  

"Now, unless there's anything else that you want to shock me with.."

"Nope.  I'm done.  We can go now hang with the others now," he said getting up.

"Uhm, Greg.  If we do let you sleep in our room, make sure you always wear some
really loose shorts or something."

"Huh?  Why?"

"Because I don't want to ever see your sexy ass strain cloth like that in front
of me again," I said, giving his ass a hard slap and adjusting my own tight
shorts to give my hardon a little more room.

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And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
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